


early childhood
1873 - 1885
heather, named for the flower, was the sixth child born to elwood and violette parkinson, but she was also the first legitimate daughter, though nobody except the immediate family would know about that. she was a quiet child, having learned rather quickly how things worked around here; do as you’re told, without question, even if you really would rather not, don’t so much as breathe in the wrong way unless you want to end up beaten. it pulled the siblings close together as they would need to learn how to protect one another, treat each other’s wounds, cover for each other, lie, and do whatever it took to survive; when the next child was born, the last of the siblings, they would take it upon themselves to make sure that she made it out alive as well.
just like her elder sister and younger sister, heather would be tasked with learning art, music, languages, embroidery, flower pressing, and any other feminine art that would make her the ideal match for her future husband. the only things she would seem to really like was learning french, latin, and singing, though she was often criticized because her voice was more of an alto rather than an elegant soprano. as much as she might not have liked the other stuff, she wasn’t going to be the one to speak out at this point. however, so badly did she wish she could participate in some of the stuff that her brothers were learning, not necessarily because it was interesting, but because it just wasn’t fair that just because she was a young lady, she was denied an entire branch of education; but that’s how heather and [brother] became close as he’d always share his coursework with her.
as they got a bit older, she and [brother] would continue to be close, since they were closer in age than they were to their other siblings, and when she got old enough to join them in lessons, their youngest sister would join their little group. despite being young themselves, they would be the ones to explain to her that they couldn’t talk about the kind of horrors that happened in their home, that their mother’s drinking and their father’s adultery and abuse was just part of growing up and nice families didn’t speak about such things. as hard as heather tried to be gentle with jessamine, trying to welcome her whenever she was playing a game, she would end up isolating herself a lot and not seeming to participate in spending time with her and [brother].
the month leading up to going to hogwarts for her first year, heather was plagued with dreams that felt far different than the ones she was used to; they were bizarre, she’d only see flashes at a time, and oftentimes they would end up making her sick and give her headaches. afraid that her parents would make her stay home from school if she told them about them, she would keep it a secret. that was, until, while at family dinner the week before going to hogwarts she had a vision right there in front of everyone, causing her to crash to the ground, out of her seat, breaking dishes that were knocked to the floor; it wasn’t until after she went to hogwarts that she would learn the cryptic vision was actually about what house she'd be in. while her brother tended to her wounds, both from cutting herself on the dishes, and the punishment from dropping them in the first place, she would confess that she’d been having these dreams; he would encourage heather to talk to the school’s divination professor.



hogwarts school of witchcraft + wizardry
1885 - 1892
the sorting hat would debate between slytherin and ravenclaw for a time before ultimately going with the former, and it was only after she sat down at the table did she realize the symbolism of her vision that dinner related to this house in specifics. that was how her visions worked, she would later learn, through study with the divination professor, they were never literal and she always had to put in the effort to decode what the symbols meant if she wanted to hone her power. aside from her new interest in divination, she had a fondness for potions, transfiguration, and defense against the dark arts. she really didn’t care about the history of magic because all the numbers in the dates got scattered in her head and herbology made her hands smell like dirt - though the latter she would find she wasn’t half bad despite not liking it and she liked learning their uses in potions.
heather loved being at hogwarts more than anything as it afforded her plenty of freedom that she didn’t get at home, plus she liked to learn so many new things. she would join the dueling club when she got the chance, and though she was disappointed she wasn’t going to be able to fight any boys, she would enjoy herself immensely. she would also join the elective course in music so that she could practice her piano and her voice lessons, though she didn’t join the club for it because instead she made time to be in the wizard’s chess club, loving the competitive aspect of it, plus it later became something she could do with jessamine as they both enjoyed the game - though her sister would become so much better than she ever was at it. once she was older, when the divination club was formed, she would join it right away and then later on became its president when she was a seventh year. besides clubs, she would get her own set of tarot cards and do readings for her classmates, as well as palm readings, and admittedly, most of it was completely fake and she was making it up, as she would rarely have actual visions, but since they knew she was a seer, it was a fun way to spend her time and even tease her friends by giving them silly readings.
as heartbroken as she was when her third year started and her brother had graduated the year before, she was happy to have jessamine join her at the school, though she was disappointed that she was sorted away from her and didn’t seem as interested in hanging out with her as she had hoped she was, though they did sometimes. heather would decide on arithmancy as an elective, hoping having a class full of numbers would help her improve on not mixing them up in her head, as well as the obvious divination where she would learn a lot more about the different kinds of seers and how to get better at deciphering her visions. she hadn’t had them as often as she did when she was younger, but they still occurred sometimes and they often came with a slight headache; though, the more powerful the vision she had, especially when she would really try to focus while viewing it, trying to solve the puzzle while still seeing it rather than writing it down, she could end up being incredibly sick.
when it came time for her fifth year, the conversation that heather had been dreading since she witnessed wisteria go through it finally happened. she was only fifteen and her father was already discussing whether or not she should continue on with school or go off to finishing school, already talking about her dowry, whether she was doing enough to make herself appealing for potential husbands. heather didn’t even know if she wanted to get married; of course, that sounded ridiculous as every lady did, but she didn’t feel like she did. and it upset her even more when she saw how badly it affected her little sister who seemed to stop caring so much about her education and talking about her own ambitions because she knew that it didn’t matter, she’d end up married and a socialite regardless. in the end, heather was granted permission to do her o.w.l.s and her n.e.w.t.s, just as wisteria did, but her stomach turned knowing how acceptable those conversations were to have because she was a woman.
during the summer between her sixth and seventh year, she was plagued by more nightmares and visions, and she knew something bad was going to happen. heather spent nights staying awake, just writing down everything she could remember, trying her damndest to solve what hell her mind was trying to tell her. perhaps, this was why she blamed herself when she heard jessamine’s piercing scream throughout the whole house and when she burst in she saw her covered in blood, trying to help their mother who attempted to take her own life because she found out she was pregnant and she didn’t want to be; their eldest brother was already there, and he would inform them that this was the second time this had happened, the first time after she miscarried the baby wisteria replaced and he’d been the one to find her. in the end, their mother survived, but she had lost their sibling and was stuck in a deep depression, never getting out of bed unless she absolutely had to. heather didn’t know how she felt, perhaps angry at her for trying to leave them? pity for how she felt? but there was a tiny bit of resentment, especially when their mother would favor jessamine by giving her the heirloom jewelry despite being the youngest daughter.
her seventh year was bittersweet, she had to admit, as she knew that she would go from one of the most academic inclined students in her year to being just another desperate debutante, paraded in front of a swarm of men who’d look her over like a prized cow before deciding to reward her by choosing to buy her. she’d seen it in wisteria before she was married, in her eldest brother’s wife, then chester’s wife, it was tragic to her; they may be happily married, but heather felt that it wasn’t like they had a real choice so did it truly count? and her next brother, maxwell was rumored to be courting and she hoped that whatever girl ended up with him wasn’t regretful and miserable in the end. this line of thinking triggered a rebellious phase in her and she was flirtatious, pushing the boundaries between propriety and scandal so hard that they could have broken if she wasn’t careful. by her debut, she was no longer a virgin, she had decided she preferred women, and was determined to never marry and take a career as an auror or hit wizard, as soon as her father died or she hit spinsterhood, whichever one happened first.



the best season is the fall (of the patriarchy)
1892 - present
heather was finally out in society and having a sizable dowry, she actually was sought out by a few potential suitors, but honestly she was more interested in their sisters than them and so she tended to reject their advances. of course, she did her best to be tactful about it, as she didn’t want her father to hear about her reluctance to find marriage and then decide to arrange something for her against her wishes. that seemed to be big for her; the idea of choosing what was best for you, even if it was against what was considered acceptable. of course she questioned her eldest brother when he seemed so interested in marrying so soon after losing his first wife, wondered why on earth chester would choose a bastard, and maxwell very well might be under a veela spell of some sort, but if they were going to make those decisions, she tried to be accepting of them, unlike her little sister who seemed to start a fight every family gathering; heather only hoped that she would grow out of that.
she was successful her first season, and for her, that meant avoiding getting married, and it gave her the confidence that she’d be able to pull it off a few more times. heather spent a lot of time getting deeper into her hobbies, self study, working on her seer abilities, but she also began to dress like a man from time to time and just go out and enjoy some of that freedom when people didn’t question it. it was around this time in her life that she discovered rip van winkle, an underground parlor for the queer community, and she thrived heavily there; she made all kinds of friends that were like her, she flirted with ladies, and she got involved in political activism, especially women’s suffrage. the only person who knew about this was [brother] because they were still so close, and she thought it was hilarious how they both would check out ladies together, the both of them becoming proper rakes in how they behaved. of course, she supposed she ought to be careful because she was pretty sure when jessamine walked in on her and one of their maids in bed together one of the times, she was going to explode from both horror and anger.
still avoiding men like the plague at most events, heather managed to make it through a good portion of the next season, but thanks to her political activism and the fact that she’d been more confident in brushing them off, they tended to avoid her more without effort anyway. heather took up smoking at one point because one of her friends did and it was another subtle sign of rebellion that she had against what was considered proper, and she got heavily into political activism for not just women’s suffrage, but for halfbreed rights and class equality as well. perhaps it was partially because she knew it would piss her father off if he knew how she was behaving, but also because heather didn’t like the concept of some group of old ass wizards that never retired making laws to tell people what they could and could not do with their lives just because it upset the status quo.
the 1893 ministerial election fascinated her and she read all that she could in the papers and attended as many political events as she could. heather would also organize plenty of marches and rallies for women’s suffrage as well as write opinion pieces and pamphlets to remind men that at least half their population were not being represented properly. she wasn’t entirely certain which candidate she liked more - mr. wright or miss whitledge, but she and her brother debated it a lot and though only he could vote between the two of them, she appreciated he took her opinions seriously. thanks to politics being at the forefront of everyone’s mind lately, she became a lot more known as a political activist and suffragist because of all the work that she did.